Yu Qishu said earnestly: "You are already a big demon, you can no longer be a dormouse's nest, and you can't slack off cultivating, you know?" He felt that he had raised a son and became a father before he got married.
Mirage: "I will practice hard. I have to go back to the demon world to find seniors."
Yu Qishu was alert: "What senior? New friends you know?"
The mirage looked longing and stretched out his arms to gesture: "Yes. He is such a majestic mirage! It's so big!"
Yu Qishu became worried again, thinking that this little fool would not be deceived.
The mirage followed him all the way, obediently helping him turn the soil for the peach blossoms, bathe the golden mouse, and trim the lawn of the observation deck. Yu Qishu secretly sighed, and she became diligent after going out. It seems that it is not a big deal to stay, and being a father must learn to let go.
Because of the opening of a trade route between the human and demon worlds, many people have come to visit Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao recently. As a disciple of Changchun Peak, Yu Qishu often receives guests.
"Senior Brother Yu, the new futon you asked for is here." Changchun Peak Daotong Xiaohuai led a group of little Daoists, and the bamboo baskets behind them were filled with futons.
"Thank you." Yu Qi patted their heads, "Let's put it down and play."
"Goodbye, Senior Brother Yu."
Yu Qishu's popularity is surprisingly good, from the elders of the various peaks, down to the young disciples and young Taoist children, no one dislikes him. This kind of love is not the respect for Ji Xiao, nor the recognition of Meng Xueli, but the closeness from the heart.
The mirage watched Yu Qishu hold out the futon: "Yu Yu, what is this for?"
"There will be a Fa discussion tomorrow." Yu Qishu requisitioned the strong man, "Come and work together."
Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao held a Dharma discussion meeting at the request of various factions. Ji Xiao can get closer to the crack than ordinary monks, and Meng Xueli is the only one who has passed through the crack and traveled around the galaxy. The monks hope to get enlightenment from them.
Logically, an auspicious day should be chosen for the meeting, and the invitations should be widely distributed by Hanshan, who is not invited, how many people can come, and where they are arranged to live.
Ji Xiao felt troublesome: "Come to Changchun Peak Observation Deck every day for one month."
Meng Xueli agreed: "As for accommodation, there are many inns in Hanmen City."
So everyone understands that Changchunfeng's attitude is to treat everyone equally. For a full month, Ze was surrounded by the entire cultivation world.
"What is a Dharma meeting?" Mirage followed Yu Qishu to finish his work and looked at him, "Can I help tomorrow?"
Yu Qishu scratched his head: "This, if you want to ask Brother Meng and Senior Brother, I can't make the decision."
"Yes." Meng Xueli's voice came from not far away, "I still have important things for you."
The mirage said excitedly: "Will it make me look majestic?"
Meng Xueli patted his head: "... super majestic."
The mirage went away happily.
"Brother Meng." Yu Qishu asked, "Can I invite friends over?"
Meng Xueli knew that he went down the mountain and met some new friends at the autumn water meeting. Among them were several talented female nuns who mistakenly thought that his apprentice had a budding heart, so he joked: "Of course, you can invite anyone you want. .Young people are in full bloom, don't live up to your reputation."
Yu Qishu was at a loss, wondering what kind of reputation I have.
On the second day, the monks waited early at the foot of the mountain, and were led by Hanshan disciples to the legendary Changchun Peak.
In the late autumn, the flowers and leaves are all falling, and the peaks of the cold mountains are bleak and solemn. Only this peak is full of spring and lush.
All the monks praised all the way, praised the landscape and peach blossoms, and said that only such a treasure land is suitable for the demon king to live in. I don't seem to remember, I said before that the formation method of reversing the weather was extravagant and extravagant, and the real person Ji Xiao was too fond of Dao Companion, and his Dao Companion had a tacky taste.
The cultivators climbed the last few stone steps, and their eyes suddenly brightened, but they saw the vast sea of clouds on all sides, and the peaks stood proudly. The viewing platform is not a building. In fact, it is an open and flat land created by Ji Xiao's sword slashing the top of the mountain. However, there is no banquet on this flat ground, not even a table and chairs.
Someone cupped their hands and asked, "Fellow Daoist Yu, where is the 'viewing deck' at the conference venue?"
"Don't dare to be." Yu Qishu said sincerely, "It's right here, everyone can sit down."
"This..." The cultivators hesitated, whispering voice transmissions, guessing what the real meaning of Ji Xiao was.
Yu Qishu was helpless and motioned everyone to look at the big tree not far away. Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao were meditating under the shade of a tree. Their breaths were in harmony with nature, and their coercion was not revealed at all, so no one paid attention. When they saw each other, they all stepped forward to salute. More than a hundred futons are placed under the trees and on the grass, looking casual and comfortable, but people just look at them and still dare not take their seats.
Everyone thought that the position closest to Jianzun and the King of Snow Mountain must be the most honorable position, listening to the Dao Fa face to face and up close. If you want to compete for the first place, but you are afraid of being disliked by the host, should you show courtesy and self-discipline to each other
In the past, everyone would not be looking forward to the future, but Ji Xiao appeared in the world with a sword in Mingyue Lake, shaking the world, and the monks realized for the first time that between the original saint and the saint, the combat power and realm may also be very different. If it is said that Gui Qing has just crossed the threshold of the saint realm, Ji Xiao should be at the peak of the saint realm and cannot be compared.
Meng Xueli did not expect this impasse. According to his idea, if you come early and sit in the front, if you come late, you sit in the back. If the futon is not enough, just sit on the floor or stand and listen. The cultivator's voice is filled with true essence, and the entire viewing platform can be heard, and it makes no difference where you sit. He glanced at the Taoist companion beside him at a loss.
Ji Xiao reached out and beckoned: "Come and sit."
Everyone followed his gesture and looked back, and saw several young people.
"Me, are we?" Song Qian pointed at herself and her teammates. She was flattered. Seeing Meng Xueli also nodded, she quickly stepped forward. They were invited by Yu Qishu, and they shrunk to the end because they were afraid of embarrassing meeting with their teachers and friends.
After Song Qianyi and his teammates were seated, many people thought to themselves, "How come a few juniors sit at the front? Isn't it a violation of the rules? It used to be that you can sit casually, but you really can sit casually."
Everyone regretted it, and they took up the futon and sat down.
Sitting and watching the clouds gather and disperse, the morning wind blows on the clothes, and the meadows are clear and moist, it is a sigh of relief.
To hold a Dharma meeting in another family requires all the outer sect disciples to work hard. At Changchun Peak, Yu Qishu can arrange it all by himself. You don’t need good tea, water, or names. Don’t worry about anyone, everyone is relaxed.
Meng Xueli looked up at the sky and went straight to the subject: "I entered the gap in the gate of heaven, it was a coincidence, a blessing in disguise. The universe is vast and boundless, and I was in it, floating for a while, like a rootless duckweed, I felt extremely empty and desolate. , I was pulled by the giant force between the stars for a while, as if I was about to fall into a bottomless abyss, and I felt extremely terrified. This feeling is difficult to describe, and the scene is difficult to imagine. Please help me with a big demon... "
Meng Xueli clapped his hands, and on the other side of the viewing platform, a rounded mirage transformed into its original shape, sprinting with its tail and breathing long.
Song Qianyi, who was sitting right in front of her, bore the brunt with her teammates and was sprayed all over her face.
The thicker the mirage, the vast white fog enveloped everyone, the stars in the fog turned into illusions, and the colorful nebula slowly moved. Meng Xueli waved his sleeves and penetrated into a mirage of the power of an extraterrestrial star, and the virtual scene was instantly vivid. Everyone was stunned and intoxicated, not knowing where they were.
Mirage had practiced according to Meng Xueli's instructions many times yesterday, and at this time it was very handy.
"It's alright," Meng Xueli said after a while. He waved his sleeves and summoned a morning breeze, blowing away the white mist.
As soon as the voice fell, the stars and rivers in the sky dissipated, and the real grass, the rising sun, and the sea of clouds reappeared in front of us.
There was silence in the field, and when the mirage dissipated, everyone gradually recovered, and they were full of admiration:
"The wonderful creation of the universe can be seen."
"The mirage is like a real world. It is worthy of being a big monster under the throne of the Snow Mountain!"
"It is said that this big monster once guarded the secret realm of the vast sea, and it should be subdued by the real person Ji Xiao first. However, the Taoist companions are one, regardless of each other."
Mirage's self-confidence soared, feeling that he had completely bid farewell to the waste beast label, and flicked his tail away contentedly.
"I've been a human for three years, and I haven't mastered the way of human cultivation." Meng Xueli admitted his shortcomings, "Please ask my Taoist companion to explain the Dharma for everyone."
Ji Xiao opened his mouth and said: "Sitting under the cracks in the sky, meditating on the stars, you can practice with the help of extraterrestrial power. I have come up with a set of methods..."
He paused, Yu Qishu understood, and took out a pen and paper to record. The three teachers and apprentices of Changchun Peak cooperated tacitly, and the Fa discussion went smoothly.
Later, someone asked another question. Ji Xiao was patient, and he spoke eloquently and to the point. After he finished speaking, he led discussions among other sects. Each sect is different, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, and also has a different perspective on the way of ascension.
With Qiushuihui in front of the comparison, everyone felt that Ji Xiao and his Taoist companion did not hide their secrets, and the discussion became more and more heated.
The abbot of Nanling Temple sighed: "The cultivation world has not had such a good atmosphere for Dharma discussion for many years. It is a blessing for my generation of monks."
At this conference, the Fuyin Observation Formation Talisman became direct, and no longer had words in words, and the clouds were foggy; the medical practitioners in Songfeng Valley became more attitude, no longer following the trend and mud; the rough and unruly Beiming The mountain beastmaster became humble, no longer stubborn... Until everyone left the road, they still discussed in pairs, looking at the cracks in the sky and looking forward to the future.
Only by rebuilding one life and better understanding of people's hearts can the factions temporarily let go of their prejudice and differences, let go of their pride and persistence in competing for high and low levels, and learn from each other.
The Hanmen City Inn is full of people every day, and it is hard to find a shop. The monks from all over the world gather at the foot of the Hanshan Mountain and take turns going up the mountain to participate in the meeting. Even the most common peddler in Hanmen City passively learned a lot of cultivation knowledge. Although this knowledge was once regarded as the undisclosed secret of monks and the high "threshold" of seeking immortals.
One month passed, Yu Qishu organized the daily notes into a book, transcribed them neatly, and then went down the mountain and handed them over to Qian Zhenren according to Jixiao's instructions.
"Senior Brother Ji Xiao said, Zhenren Qian, you know what to do."
This thin booklet is the quintessence of the Changchun Peak Dharma Conference, including the cultivation experience of Jian Zun and the King of Snow Mountain, and the wisdom of various sects. It has important guiding significance for ascension, and its value cannot be measured by spirit stones.
"Well, I know." Qian Yuzhi took it and placed it beside the teacup, watching Yu Qishu's heart skip a beat, for fear that he would overturn the tea and destroy the booklet.
Within two days, the conference notes were engraved in batches or made into jade slips. The book version only needs a low-grade spirit stone, and the jade version is also extremely cheap. Hengtong Juyuan once again demonstrated its wildfire-like logistics speed, and every branch can easily buy this "Changchun Knowledge Collection". They quickly spread throughout the world, so that the monks who did not have the opportunity to attend the meeting, regardless of the level of cultivation, almost everyone has one copy.
Yu Qishu was puzzled by the development of the situation. Isn't Qian Yuzhi his favorite to make money? When did he ever have the spirit of selfless dedication
"I thought you were going to auction it, and the one with the highest price got it."
Qian Yuzhi raised his eyebrows: "Auction? Hundreds of people who attended the conference can write a copy from memory. Silly boy, this is a one-shot deal. It's better to earn a shout and fame. Look at these two days, we have a lot of business. Good. I've earned enough money during the Fa conference, and I can't make the last cent in business."
Yu Qishu thinks it makes sense. Zhenren Qian is indeed smart, but there is one thing he doesn't understand: "Why don't you go to the Fa conference, you don't seem to care about Ascension?"
Qian Yuzhi shook his folding fan: "I care more about business. Outside of business, everything goes with the flow. This is my way. If you can fly, you can fly. If you can't fly, don't force it. I am very obsessed with Ascension, as far as I know, they have quarreled more than once about this... "
He suddenly kept his mouth shut, because he remembered that Yu Qishu had already assumed the mantle of Hu Si, and it was difficult to talk about the right and wrong of the teacher in front of the juniors, although they were close, they usually talked about everything.
"I still have a question." Yu Qishu flipped through the "Changchun Knowledge and Views Collection", "Now everyone is grateful to Senior Brother Ji Xiao, thank him for selflessly solving the doubts of the monks in the world, and thank him for 'sacrificing his life to feed the demons' for the peace of the world, but Why did those people want to kill him before?"
Has the real Ji Xiao changed? Changed and become more understanding. But Ji Xiao's original intention has not changed. Why do other people's attitudes change so much
Yu Qishu used to be an admirer of Ji Xiao, otherwise he would not have dragged Meng Xueli to set up the Supporting Ji Party and became the deputy leader when he was discussing the law in Hanshan. Because of worship, it is even more difficult to understand.
Of course, it is not easy to ask Master or Senior Brother this question, only Qian Yuzhi can be consulted.
Qian Yuzhi drank a cup of tea and decided to talk about it carefully, so that the young fool would understand that the world is complicated and people are unpredictable.
"The cultivators who were the same generation as Ji Xiao, or an era earlier than Ji Xiao were very unfortunate. They watched Ji Xiao, the same generation, or the younger generation rise step by step, leaving themselves behind, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't do it. To catch up can only be accepted from jealousy and hatred to despair. When many people feel the same pain, stand on the same position and understand each other, it is no longer their fault, but Ji Xiao's fault - who cares You monopolize the fate of the world and don't give others a way to live!"
Qian Yuzhi sighed: "Fortunately, my ambition is not in swordsmanship or cultivation. Fortunately, I am not the enemy of Hanshan."
He changed his words: "But Ji Xiao's juniors are lucky enough. It's a matter of course to have Ji Xiao as a powerful senior to support the world. They don't breed jealousy, they only have hope, and feel that if they practice hard, they will be successful in the future. In the future, you can be like Ji Xiao one day. They, no, you grew up in a well-ordered world, there is no war of invasion by demons, no fighting for resources, and annihilation of clans and sects at every turn. You will die. Although there are cruel and dark struggles , but that is a rare case, and it will not be on the table. Sword Sovereign brings misfortune to seniors and peers, but brings blessings to juniors.
Yu Qishu was silent for a moment, feeling uncomfortable: "The way of heaven is balanced, but it's too cruel for Senior Brother Ji Xiao himself."
Qian Yuzhi smiled.
Yu Qishu: "What are you laughing at, did I say something wrong?"
"I laugh at you for being too soft-hearted. How will you walk around in the future? Why don't you stay in Hengtong Juyuan and help me sell peach blossoms."
Yu Qishu got up and said goodbye: "I'm leaving, the work in the field is not finished today."
Qian Yuzhi seemed to have heard something absurd, and was stunned for a long time until the old shopkeeper came to remind him that it was time to look at the ledger.
The old shopkeeper carefully continued the tea: "Zhenzhen Qian, what's wrong with you?"
Qian Yuzhi collapsed and covered his face: "He actually said 'work in the field'! Every day I see the most powerful people, practice the strongest exercises in the Three Realms, listen to the richest people talk about life, and hold dharma conferences. It's over, what's the result?! He still thinks about the work in the fields! Is farming really that important!!"
For Yu Qishu, farming is of course very important.
Every young person has something that they think is extremely important, but is not worth mentioning in the eyes of adults.
For example, Song Qianyi, she now feels that earning money is very important. Although the Dharma meeting is over, the young people's path of seeking the Way has just begun.
After the Sanctuary Alliance injected fresh blood, it became more and more lively. In the main altar hall, Song Qianyi got a partition. She sits in it for two hours a day, treating the cultivator's injuries, dredging the meridians, and conditioning the true essence.
She is the best medical practitioner in the younger generation of Chinese medicine, but the consultation fee is not high. Many people come here because of her reputation.
"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with the reputation. I don't know if Song Daoyou is willing to join our Blue Mountain Sect. Although we are a small sect in the mountains, we can provide you with the treatment of guests, so that you will not let Song Daoyou live in a poor house..."
People who came to lobby went one after the other and offered good conditions, but Song Qianyi always declined.
She relied on the income from the consultation and took on the heavy responsibility of supporting her family, which made Xu Sanshan ashamed: "We are three big men, and we can't rely on female teammates to support them. In the spare time of cultivation, let's go to work and do whatever you want to earn money."
So Liu Jing arranged the formation for people, and he was willing to do it when he commented on feng shui, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, and palm reading; Zheng Mu made alchemy and sold it, and was occasionally invited to preside over funerals and chanting sutras; Xu Sanshan brought spirit beasts to receive bounties for treasure hunting. Help people look after the business of spirit beasts.
Cultivation and earning money are both correct, but it is inevitable to encounter former "friends" or "enemies".
When the arrogant son of the sky falls from the altar, there are always people who come to show off his power: "Look who this is? He used to be so majestic in the sect, but how did he fall into such a state now, do you want us to reward your two sons?"
Xu Sanshan has no burden at all: "There is no way, just ask for a living."
His attitude is too calm, and he is dressed in a poor city, and people who come to find fault will have nothing to do with him. After all, the people of the poor city have many eyes and their backs are on the cold mountain. No one wants to spread the notoriety of bullying here. gone.
The three felt that they were adapting well, and they never thought that they would be approached by the leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance to talk.
Qingdai found them, and tried her best to euphemistically say: "We do not have the support of teachers, and we rely on friends to watch and help each other. There are many friends and many paths, right?"
The three of them were puzzled, and nodded together, "The leader is right."
After all, Qingdai was a female cultivator who practiced knives, so she finally gave up beating around the bush: "Then I'll tell you the truth. Look at Ning Wei, everyone thinks he's good, why do you always avoid him?"
The Array Master seemed to be stepped on his tail and jumped up: "You think he's good because you haven't seen him before!"
Qingdai frowned: "He has offended you before, are you still holding revenge?"
Xu Sanshan waved his hand: "The skill is not as good as anyone's willingness to defeat the enemy, it's just a defeat, and a man should not take revenge for this matter! It's just..."
Zheng Mu continued: "It's just that his beating is too painful, we still have a shadow, Amitabha."
"Shadow..." Qingdai thought for a while, "Why don't you go to his class, get in touch with him gradually, and eliminate the shadow."
"What does he teach?"
"Introduction to swordsmanship. Teach one hour a day."
The three teammates looked at each other, and invariably thought that if you are good at practicing swordsmanship, it doesn't mean that you will teach others how to practice swordsmanship. Depending on Ning Wei's character, language expression is a problem. As expected, it is not easy to be a loose cultivator. In order to make a living, he forced the former Mingyue Lake little uncle into something.
Xu Sanshan couldn't help but ask, "Is your teaching good?"
Qingdai: "Uh, the teaching didn't go well. He's not good at communicating with people."
Liu Jing was shocked: "Then he still teaches?" How can he teach without communication
"He's very patient. He repeats every move until you understand. Even if you are not a sword cultivator, as long as you are interested in swords, you can go to class!"
In fact, Ning Wei is different from them, and will not seek a living for money.
After Ning Wei returned from the demon world, he always remembered the three tricks Ji Xiao taught him outside Fengyue City. If Ji Xiao hadn't taught him, he wouldn't know where he would be now or what he would do. So he also wanted to teach others, even if he didn't teach well, only a little help.
"Okay, let's try." After receiving the answers from the three, Qingdai left with satisfaction and went to find Song Qianyi.
Song Qianyi was basking in the moon on the roof, with a graceful back. Qingdai thought to herself that as the leader of the alliance, she also had to care about everyone's mental health, which was more troublesome than practicing knives.
She sighed secretly, and asked bravely, "Are you drinking?"
Song Qianyi: "Don't drink, thank you."
Qingdai drank half of the altar by herself, and Mochizuki sighed: "To say that the world is big and the world is home is actually a bold statement. If there is a family, who would want to wander around the world, right?"
"So you established a loose cultivator alliance?"
Qingdai nodded and asked directly: "What do you think? I want to invite you to be a guest of the sect, and the conditions are not bad."
She did not believe that the other party did not miss the life of the martial art.
Song Qianyi smiled and said softly, "Could it be that the leader wants to drive me away? Can't I stay? You are a martial cultivator practicing swordsmanship, and you have a heavy burden on your body. You will inevitably get hurt when you fight outside. With me by your side, you Just let go and fight."
Qingdai was stunned: "Daozu is above, I can understand why those Hanshan sword cultivators dream of finding a medical accomplice."
There are three sword cultivators on the Chongbi Peak of Hanshan Mountain. They occasionally come down to see Song Qianyi, and they don't go up to talk to each other. They only stand at the door of the Sanctuary Alliance, and they can be happy for a long time just by looking at them from a distance. Song Qianyi didn't know about this, but Qingdai bumped into it and decided not to show it to them in the future.
"No, I was almost taken away by you. It has nothing to do with me." Qingdai came back to her senses, "Why don't you go, let alone stay for the sake of repayment."
Song Qianyi showed sadness: "I left the teacher's school openly that day, which embarrassed my master, but the master still cared about the master-disciple relationship and did not force me to keep me. Now my cultivation and medical skills are also learned from the teacher's school. So I don't Will join other sects."
She and her three teammates were not like Jing Di who was already abolished, nor like Ning Wei who wanted to destroy the way and rebuild it, so he had a lot of scruples instead.
Qingdai thought to herself, your master pretended not to know you at the Fa seminar, is this also called nostalgia? But she was afraid that the other party would be sad, so she remained silent.
Song Qianyi added: "In the past, in the sect, the daily chores of clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all handled by the disciples of the outer sect. Even if I traveled abroad and occasionally suffered and suffered, I never cared about a few spiritual stones. Now I rely on my own hands to do everything myself, and I should be impatient. It's hard work, but I feel down-to-earth. I'm very adaptable to my new life, so don't worry about me."
Qingdai's heart moved: "If you don't join other sects, you can always go to school, right?"
Song Qian thought about it for a while: "Going to school seems to be really possible. But why did the leader of the alliance say such a thing?"
Qingdai decided to tell her something: "I have a message from our major shareholder, the rich one. Maybe in two months, we can all go to school."
The idea of building a school was first proposed by Meng Xueli, refined by Ji Xiao, implemented by Qian Yuzhi, and assisted by Yu Qishu.
After the dharma meeting, Meng Xueli discussed with the Taoist companions and said, "If there is another meeting in the future, it would be better to move to the bottom of the mountain... Why don't we build a school at the bottom of the mountain?"
This was not on his whim, he said it casually. First, although Changchun Peak is warm, Hanshan is extremely cold, and the monks in the south are not suitable for going up the mountain; secondly, Hanshan often has outsiders coming in and out, which is not very convenient for the Hanshan faction.
Meng Xueli didn't want to bother the Taoist companion too much, and added, "I only need a primary school."
Ji Xiao nodded: "easy."
In the first snow season, a college outside the Hanmen city rose from the ground, covering a vast area, with a martial arts field, a school building, a study building, a back kitchen, a canteen... everything.
Ji Xiao put on a silver cape for Meng Xueli and went down the mountain to visit the school. Meng Xueli walked all the way, and when he saw the carved beams and painted buildings and the green tiles flying, he was quite at a loss: "I said it was a primary school."
Ji Xiao comforted him: "Nothing, I have this wish."
A flash of light flashed in Meng Xueli's mind. He remembered the commentary of the Central City of Hanhai Secret Realm. He praised that "Xiao Tingyun" was very suitable for being a teacher. Ji Xiao replied, when everything is over, I will go to be a gentleman.
Meng Xueli had a feeling of "that's it", but said, "But it's still too big. In the future, it will cost money to raise students."
"It doesn't matter. The private library is still there." Ji Xiao thought about it and said the truth: "We should be very rich."
Meng Xueli: "...Thank you Qian Zhenren."
It is really taken from the people and used for the people.
Ji Xiao: "It's just a little bit worse."
"What's wrong?"
"This academy still has a name."
Meng Xueli: "What's your name, I'll listen to you."
Ji Xiao smiled: "Holding snow."
Meng Xueli was moved, and just as he was about to laugh with his fellow Taoist, he suddenly remembered "Support Ji Party", his face flushed, and he wanted to disappear. What a shame.
Under the operation of Qian Yuzhi, the news that Yongxue College opened its doors and recruited only 100 people for the first time quickly spread throughout the cultivation world. Young disciples who have participated in the Hanhai Competition have come from all over the world to try to become the first batch of students to study for half a year.
After the test paper test and the mirage test, Yu Qishu will make the final judgment of the entry test. Although Zhenzhen Qian sent many smart and experienced shopkeepers to help him, he is still nervous. He doesn't think he has the qualifications to judge others. Fortunately, this is easier than farming. He seems to have a special talent. Just by chatting with others and asking a few questions, he can feel that person's heart.
As a result of handing it over to Yu Qishu, he finally recruited a group of mortals with good aptitude and temperament, but no foundation.
For the first time, Yongxue College recruited more than 200 people. Yu Qishu felt that he had screwed up. Ji Xiao said that it was ok, just opened another door for enlightenment.
It is a rare opportunity to be able to follow the saint. Some sects are happy to see this success, and they instruct their disciples to treat it as a slightly longer trip down the mountain to make more friends and learn more; some sects firmly disagree with their disciples taking the entrance exam. , they think this is Han Shan's conspiracy, in order to abduct outstanding geniuses from various factions. Although Ji Xiao is so powerful that he has no desires and no desires, and serves the public selflessly, maybe he will soar in the daytime, but Hanshan is still in the world, and he has to consider the development of the sect.
This time, Hanshan was really wronged.
In fact, it was not until the academy was built that the real head of Hanshan learned the news, and he was also very curious—what exactly is the academy? Ji Xiao wants to spread the Taoist tradition, he can accept apprentices, or he can directly be the head of Hanshan. He can set any rules, so why build an academy
He decided to go down the mountain to see for himself.
Yongxue Academy is outside Hanmen City, with a solemn appearance and a vibrant interior.
Meng Xueli came out to greet him, and the headmaster was ashamed: "Did I bother you?"
Meng Xueli arranged: "No. This class is Ji Xiao's enlightenment. We were sitting in the empty school next door, so we could hear it."
Sect Master Zhenren was puzzled, thinking that an idle elder could also teach enlightenment. In terms of Ji Xiao, is it too talented
I just heard the voice of Ji Xiao next door: "Where does the world come from and which force makes time pass? Why are there sun and moon outside the sky, why are there tides in the sea, all the things we are used to, are they really normal? Has anyone thought about these questions? , let's talk about..."
The headmaster was stunned: "What is he talking about?!"
Meng Xueli: "Let's teach."
The master of the master showed a tangled face: "For the disciples at this stage, it is enough to learn to breathe out the aura and to meditate. The young monk has too many questions, thinks too much, and has mixed thoughts, and he will fall into confusion. Here, progress is fast.”
This argument, of course, is very reasonable. Because this is the experience that countless seniors have found out and taught the disciples of the sect. Meng Xueli didn't know how to explain: "This..."
Ji Xiao, who was separated by a wall, said again: "That's a good answer. In order to answer these questions, our ancestors began to practice, constantly exploring the unknown, pursuing ascension, and wanting to go outside the world to see. Regarding the outer universe, I have three ideas... "
The headmaster was even more broken down: "You tell them about the outer universe, can they understand? Maybe they misunderstand you. No sect will practice enlightenment like this!"
If it is not the real person Ji Xiao who is lecturing, he will think that the other person is talking nonsense and misunderstanding his children.
Meng Xueli laughed, "So this is not a sect, but an academy."
The real master thought about the difference between a sect and an academy, but in the past there was no "academy" in the cultivation world. This concept was very mundane and could be used by ordinary people in the market.
So no one knows where this academy will go in the future.
Meng Xueli added: "Sometimes we can't overestimate ourselves and underestimate young people."
The real master nodded thoughtfully.
Winter comes and spring comes, the ice and snow melt, and the spring grass regenerates.
The "Xuexue Academy" was in good order, and the admissions were opened again, and another batch of freshmen passed the examination. The boys and girls walked in the academy, their clothes swayed against the wind and their spirits were in high spirits. They were more alive than spring flowers and spring grass.
Yu Qishu's busy work came to an end, and she decided to bring the mouse home to visit her family.
Only Ji Xiao and Meng Xueli were left in Changchun Peak.
Everything is on the right track, and it seems to be back to the beginning - the peaceful year, and the Three Realms are fine.
Meng Xueli also felt that it was time. The big event pressing down on his heart can finally be put on the agenda.
He smiled peacefully when he was alone, but a faint chill lingered around him. The spring rain outside the curtain was originally lingering, but after watching him for a long time, he could see the chilling air.
Ji Xiao had bumped into Meng Xueli several times and was stunned by the window. He thought it was a sequela of "Godly Traveling in the Universe".
However, Meng Xueli's desire to kill Hu Si, with the spring rain, is better every day.
At the time when the mirage was consciously successful in cultivation, he wanted to go back to the demon world to find the old mirage in his dreams, and he also wanted to visit Qu Xianming. So Que Xianming, who was far away in the demon world, received a code from Meng Xueli.
"A Que, what does the King of Snow Mountain mean? Nothing is written on this piece of paper, only the word 'Hu'."
Que Xianming explained: "This 'Hu' refers to... Cough, it's actually a talisman, bless me when I play cards. Do you still want to play cards with me?"
The Mirage remembered the fear of losing a card and being pinched in the face, and ran away: "Don't play, don't play. I'm going to find senior!"
When the mirage ran away, the smile on Qu Xianming's face gradually disappeared.
He stared at the paper and took a deep breath.